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each mother says the same thing
with a pursing of her lips-
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I want to walk barefoot in your soul for awhile,
leaving sandalwood-rose scented footsteps;
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He said "I love you" into her hair-
then he looked at me
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I'm drowning in a life best left in the dust,
watching frozen shard of disillusioned dignity and tempting trust
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For you I play the slut while pretending to be a goddess.
by AllOuta
40 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 1 12:35 PM 2007
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But I’ve wisely danced out of you gravity,
Wildly swayed away from your depravity,
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I show my hand (Queens over Chumps)
But you are always sitting on the King of Hearts. House Loses
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I’ve closed my eyes to you;
shutting out the distilled beauty of your face,
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He thinks that I closed my eyes to fight off the emotion of it all;
That I buried myself in our workings; that I was afraid to let go.
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Did you see me wave you off, a cold beer in one hand...
a desperate tear in the corner of my eye?
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I used to be quenched by your warm pretenses
Dripping in stolen heated moments
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There is nothing here that would matter to anyone else, this space is empty; for rent or lent or sale.
It once housed chaotic joy in full
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If you are empty and empty means nothing, does that make you nothing?
I sit in the loneliest crowd, surrounded by friends wearing the
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he cooked love in rose power / when all she wanted was her fast beat / could you use me if i ask to play / tell me you ache / have this her
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by AllOuta
44 lines, 4 comments,
on Jul 25 4:59 PM 2007. In Adult, Angst, Dark, Fantasy, Love, Nature, Other, Weird, Thoughts
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I dwelled in blank darkness I thought was so bright, / cruel laughter and back handed compliments so sweet. / My happiness was a bubble wra
by AllOuta
23 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 16 3:41 AM 2007
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Throughout life I have felt like red clay, / Freshly dug out of Mother Earth’s womb. / Unable to do anything, do anything but wait for the
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With my pen I stitch up broken hearts lyrically. I use the ink to stanch the flow of bitter endings and hopeless beginnings / With my pen I
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I hurt- the pain so sharp that any other description would bleed it of all intensity. / But I learned that Sad only huts till it’s a M / And belief only lasts through the sin. / Your anger is pale, freckled and ri
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You are my dark mirror / Casting desire and pain like shadows in the mid afternoon / Stabbing me with credulous insecurities, slicing away hope / with your powerful consequences, like a velvet covered rod /
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